Personal Files: Chris B. Ransom

Personal Files: Chris B. Ransom World Atlas

This is me when I was young, like 19. Since my birth in Manchester, CT, some time has gone by. I've spent most of my years in NC. My hobbies include computer programming with VB and C++. My fascination is creativity and artificial intelligence. While out in Oregon, I was an understudy with an Ortho Surgeon. He took this picture of me with an O-scope! However, I'm not a doctor. My degree is in Biology, and I like teaching and working with computers.

I'm still in the reserves with the Navy. Spent 4 years active during Desert Shield/Storm. There's got to be a better way! Sailing is a lot of fun (although motorboating is more exciting). My other interests are skiing (snow), tennis, hiking, and travel. I hope we meet someday, and I thank you for your interest.

"Where does beauty go when day's light finds the Moon,
And colors, bright, turn to grey from hue.
Our outstretched arms find through veils of the dark,
Within every touch is beauty full color!
A delicate word through our wonderous worlds,
Finds what, by day, would hide both our souls."

by Chris Ransom

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	This is me when I was young, like 19. Since my birth in Manchester, CT, some time has gone by. I've spent most of my years in NC. My hobbies include computer programming with VB and C++. My fascination is creativity and artificial intelligence.		While out in Oregon, I was an understudy with an Ortho Surgeon. He took this picture of me with an O-scope! However, I'm not a doctor. My degree is in Biology, and I like teaching and working with computers.
	I'm still in the reserves with the Navy. Spent 4 years active during Desert Shield/Storm. There's got to be a better way!		Sailing is a lot of fun (although motorboating is more exciting). My other interests are skiing (snow), tennis, hiking, and travel. I hope we meet someday, and I thank you for your interest.

"Where does beauty go when day's light finds the Moon, And colors, bright, turn to grey from hue. Our outstretched arms find through veils of the dark, Within every touch is beauty full color! A delicate word through our wonderous worlds, Finds what, by day, would hide both our souls."

[email protected]

"Where does beauty go when day's light finds the Moon,
And colors, bright, turn to grey from hue.
Our outstretched arms find through veils of the dark,
Within every touch is beauty full color!
A delicate word through our wonderous worlds,
Finds what, by day, would hide both our souls."